Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

were staggeringly attractive. Even a casual glance sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the cemetery. Do you prefer a sunrise

she looked away sheepishly, “You’re really

a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the

in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense,

It looks like you want to preserve

I

ruthlessness surged in his

stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and

to remain

you are

have a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air,

grew firmer. He tormented her until

tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her like an item

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

her best friend, and now Brielle had returned the favor with

What a delightful game!

you mean, Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s